When she wasn't paying attention, a young boy grabbed Tang Qiu's bag and ran away. Reacting on instincts honed from childhood, Tang Qiu chased after him. Seeing that she was about to catch up, the boy slashed a knife at her. Tang Qiu didn't have time to dodge and his blade opened a gash on her arm. She cried out in pain and wanted to chase after him again, but he was long gone.
She looked at the cut on her arm, which was about five centimeters long, and examined it. Fortunately, she hadn't broken any bones. She took a tissue from her pocket to use as a temporary bandage. Then she squatted on the ground, her legs weak. It was dark all around. She didn't dare make a sound, and there was no one to call for help. A cold wind blew, making her shiver. Where is my husband? she wondered. After a moment, she braced herself against a wall and stood up. She couldn't stay here, or she would freeze to death.
